I hate it when Ray Doyle involves other people in my tasks. He told me that he had talked about me to a Professor Burbidge who works in the medical faculty and the prof wanted to meet me. I get the impression that Ray enjoys talking about me to his colleagues which raises the possibility that half the staff at the university know all about me and when they p...
WRITER'S NOTE: This story takes place after the events of MATING WITH THE PRIESTESS. It is not a treatise on religion, just a story about marital love and the supernatural events in the lives of the Carter family and their allies. Priestess-Bride and the Spirit Astrid slowed down to maneuver the sports car between pot holes in the oyster shell driveway. Sh...
ONE In the pitch black, an old withered man fumbled his way around his room. After a few moments of clumsily rummaging around in the darkness, he finally was able to climb into his bed. As soon as he felt he was going to sleep, he heard a soft THUMP! Oh no, he thought to himself, it's happening again. After months of endless beating and restless sleep, he c...
Some of my stories are complete fiction, others are based on stories told me by others as true experiences, but this one is a story that actually happened to me. The personalities are accurately portrayed to the best of my ability. I've added a little kink to make it more interesting for me and hopefully for you the reader, but fundamentally it was real and...
Shadow and his ladies, including Kaetaria, sat on Matthias' boat as he steered it to a dock attached to their special island. Matthias had insisted on the boat trip instead of just teleporting them to the island so the majestic place's beauty would prove the ultimate surprise for them all. In the past few days, Sammy had given up on camming and therefore st...
You've always loved dancing. Ever since you were young, to good music, cheesy music, even some bad music, you've jumped and jived and jiggled with joy, lost in the moves, in the tune. Some even say it's your best quality, although... You don't exactly find it complimentary. You've got... Other things! Like a lovely ginger tom, a green thumb, and... And... Ok...
Copyright Neonurotic The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # Late Sunday afternoon at my Lake Pontchartrain camp in the bayou, I sat...
Jack had been sent by his company to manage a large computer installation for a Bank. Jack was an excellent manager and also an excellent programmer. He had managed to rent a small bungalow next door to a Convent. It was saving him a lot of money as if he had to rent in the city, it would be costly. He had his dog with him, the bungalow was excellent as the...
Taggart was enjoying the sun. The heat felt great, especially around his neck and on his chest, at least where his polo shirt was unbuttoned. At one point he'd routinely walked around on deck, even in marinas, with no shirt on at all. Now now. That hideous scar where his left breast used to be nauseated him to even look at, and he couldn't imagine walking ar...
Warning: Even though there are some religious references throughout the beginning of this story, even though I pray to God a lot in this story, and even though I thank God for all the blessings bestowed upon me, this is not a religious story. God forbid, being that this is a porn site, sorry, I mean, an erotic literature site, of course, that I should refere...